lose weight

• 3x week of weight training.
• Moderate to strenuous activity is required at least 1 day each weekend.
• No more “dranks” every week night.
• No more late night snacking after bedtime.
  We’ll see how this fares.

On Monday I was stricken by some type of powerful virus. Whatever it was, it began the day before and left me laid out in bed without any appetite all day Monday and Tuesday.
It’s Wednesday now and I ate my first solid meal after surviving on one bowl of soup on Monday and 3 cups of fat-free yogurt on Tuesday.
Like clockwork, I dragged my tired azz to the gym and did a light workout (weights) and weighed myself. The verdict? 167.2 pounds.
I’ll take 168, which is great being that I was 3 pounds heavier before I got sick.

Okay, it’s on. Thigh War II has started and there’s no end in sight.
I’ve launched an aggressive assault on my upper leg area.
I can’t express how deeply I loathe my thighs. If I could burn 3 pounds of fat off each thigh, I’d probably have the legs I want.
Yes, I know women tend to gain in that particular part of the body, but this shit here is a genetic curse!
I’ve already had lipo on my inner thigh 2 years ago and I’m really entertaining the idea of sucking the sin out of my outer thighs too.
So, I’ll keep up the dieting, running, wave machine and leg weights.
But if I don’t see noticeable results by summertime, I’ll take surgical measures.

It’s been about a month since I’ve visited the gym.
The process of moving had taken up a lot of my time and energy, and thankfully the move is over and done!
Yesterday I went back to the gym after that long layoff and surprisingly, I still have lots of strength. I did weights on my lower body and abs, and though I did struggle halfway through, I survived.
I believe the reason it wasn’t a huge challenge is because I have been extremely active over the last month. Though my diet was shabby, I was constantly on the move—I even helped the movers up and down my 6 floor walk-up on move day! The cherry on top of it all was my weigh-in yesterday. I haven’t gained one pound since my last gym visit.

I just received 2 pairs of cords I bought from Delia’s, as they offer pants with a 36” inseam. So, I get the pants, sneak off to the ladies room here at work and…..they barely fit. Now mind you, I took it upon myself to purposely order a size 9, though I know most of my excess weight lies within my thighs. (Hey- that rhymed!)
The pants are cut for young skinny juniors, as are all of Delia’s clothing. The rise is EXTREMELY low cut. We’re talking ass cheek baring low. But the length is fine and the material is pretty and sooo autumn. To sum it all up, the pants are keepers. We’ll just have to lose these last 8 pounds, hopefully mostly from these satanic thighs!

Though I haven’t been able to use a trustworthy scale, I can tell the stress of certain recent situations have actually helped my goal of reaching 160.
The past few days I have been a nervous wreck, dealing with a terrible banking matter and other really big things. The result of that stress is total loss of appetite. I’d like to reach my goal by my b-day, November 5th. I think I’m about 5 pounds away.

It’s time to refocus on my goal. I have to really think back on why I initially wanted to lose weight. I need to hang skinny pics on the fridge.
I need to replace the broken scale at home.
I need to stop being so damn greedy and eat only when hungry.
I need to lower my carb intake and say no to fried foods.
I need to replace boredom eating with a hobby or an activity I enjoy.
I need to drink water at work instead of diet soda.
I need to walk to work when possible.
I need to take an appetite suppressant, if necessary.
I need to go to the gym religiously, as I was earlier this year.
I need to reach my goal weight and maintain it within a 3 pound range.
I need to focus!

So I weighed myself finally. 169. Yuk. Damn. Shit and then some.
This is why I feel it’s important to utilize a scale on a weekly, if not twice a week basis.
You simply MUST keep track of your progress or regression. Forget about the way clothing “feels”. Using a tape measure and scale is more accurate and measurable.

Okay, so I’ve been out of the gym a steady 2 weeks (with the exception of like 1 day) and I have no idea what I weigh. I really believe I’m still 166-168, but the fact that I haven’t been working out makes my body feel really heavy, lazy and overall fat. When I work out steadily, I feel strong, solid, able. But not now.
So today I have to work out and weigh myself. Fun!

Okay, so I’m 168. On the tread 30 minutes- 10 hills, 15 running 5 cooldown, wave machine 2-3x weekly for 20 minutes, still taking Alli, controlling portions, resisting sweets, still eating fried foods, but sparingly.
As I get closer to 160, I get more excited and determined that I can actually do this. It’s within grasp and I will not let it go!